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[Intro: Ghostface Killah]Yo… who the fuck brought me this chocolate shit, man?I said a banana nutriment, manYou all heard the fuck I said… I gave you.I wrote it on the fuckin’ paper, manYou all motherfuckers always fuck around and forgettin’ something and shitSmart dumb niggas and shit, runnin’ around here and shitYou all niggas need to wisen up, man, yo..Fuck that special ed, shit

[Ghostface Killah]I said Big O, hydro-face, pass me the sazone, it’s onThere go son, tap out the hash boneHalf moon, he rock, three’s fourth quarter lengthNo jewels, no rocks, it’s not worth the spotlightHis gun tool, was a half a hillThat’s a six digit slip behind five sticks, eatin’ steel, fuck himWe’re gonna — we’re gonna get our moneyIf he front, they’re gonna read about the rocks in his tummyMouth was red, socks was bloody, fuck all the talkin’Safety off and shit, crept out, What up money? Freeze! Don’t move, turn around, act like James BrownAnd get down! Get slapped with the put downWasn’t you the same clown? Uptown, yappin’I keep big Shirley on my side, so what’s happenin’?Try eatin’ these shells, they non fatteningAfter you digest gat, I’m gonna stomp you bastardsSo take that.. blow, blow! Ghost, he still breathingBlow, blow! Anything after that it don’t matterYour homies and your close relativesEven them nosy ass pigs’ll get splatteredIt’s the THEODORE, send me to Iraq I come back with don heatTeeth, less than a week, they be callin’ meKeep with the fists, ’cause I sure do cook when it’s beef

[Chorus: Ghostface Killah]Yo, what up? Meet, these, O.G.’s, quote these andBaller’ shit, long biscuitsFuck around, take all your shitCall your bluff, you all faggots don’t want no beefGrind your teeth and just roll with it, don’t risk itFuck around, and be a statistic

[Trife]Yo, yo, niggas ask why I use my glock’cause it’s 2003, motherfucker, I refuse to boxI’m true to block, strip you for your shoes and socksRemove your watch, yo I’m gonna have to lose your topI’m from a place where chunk heads and zombies dwellAnd niggas keep they heat blazin’ like Bonzi WellsDon’t ever talk to a nigga like I’m one of your kids’cause I’ll cock back the mag and pop one in your ribsSo homeboy, keep runnin’ your jibs, I’m gonna run in your cribPistol whip you right in front of your wizMy nigga, that’s how it is, I get it, just how I live’cause me without a gun is like Queens without the bridgeClassic cut, this is how an O.G. liveLamp in village, and still get heard with no spinsThis is Trife Diesel, New York’s backbone, back homeBlack blown, it’s Theodore, nigga, fuck your wack stones

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[Outro: Ghostface Killah]That’s right, it’s real!It’s that muthafuckin’ Theodore UnitKnow what I mean? Staten Island, live shit, you allStraight up and down, nothin’ but that cutthroat shitBlowin’ niggas back home, you know what I mean?I don’t give a fuck… we could take it thereWhatever, peace, we got him niggaYeah, now I’m gonna strangle it thereNo doubt, it’s real right now, motherfuckerYou all niggas done done it, fuck you all yeahI’m gonna get the fuck outta this booth